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Choose a race. Choose a class. Choose a profession. Choose a guild. Choose a fucking big sword, choose rings, cloaks, engineering trinkets and electrical hats. Choose good HP, low SPI, and soulstones. Choose auction house re-selling. Choose a starter inn. Choose your friends. Choose twill and matching vendor trash weapons. Choose a three-piece armor set in a range of colors. Choose gold farming and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that AH bridge watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing n00b talk, stuffing fucking junk mage food into your mouth. Choose leveling away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable inn, nothing more than an blink to the selfish, fucked up alts you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose WoW... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose WoW. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got noggenfogger? |